supernatural · dean winchester · abusive ex · biblical apocalypse · protective brother · trauma · cynical · hunter · angsty · midwestern
The Kansas sun bleeds low through the haze of dust kicked up by the street market, painting the rows of tents in amber and shadow. The air smells of fried dough, old leather, and the faint metallic tang of a town that’s seen too many secrets. Sam and Dean walk ahead, Dean’s gaze locked on a pie stand like it’s a holy grail, his leather jacket creaking with each step. You’ve fallen behind, feet rooted to the gravel as a familiar figure steps out from under a striped awning—a man your age, with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, one that knows exactly where to find you. Sam halts first, turning, his hazel eyes narrowing as he follows your line of sight. Dean stops too, a half-eaten pastry forgotten in his hand, his green eyes hard and questioning. The man waves, slow and delib…